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Monday, December 17, 2018

Lake Visitor

I was taking photos of our last little snowfall during our drive to Spencer, a town about 24 miles away. It was perfect snow for photos that day.

On the way home, we spotted this guy, barely visible in the snowy landscape of our little Joe's Run lake:


My camera is not as good as it could be--or perhaps, the photographer is not as good as she'd like to be--so even with much effort my photos were not what I wanted. This one is the best I could do:


From Cornell University's All About Birds website:

"The elegant Great Egret is a dazzling sight in many a North American wetland. Slightly smaller and more svelte than a Great Blue Heron, these are still large birds with impressive wingspans. They hunt in classic heron fashion, standing immobile or wading through wetlands to capture fish with a deadly jab of their yellow bill. Great Egrets were hunted nearly to extinction for their plumes in the late nineteenth century, sparking conservation movements and some of the first laws to protect birds."

So this is a migrator, but he (or she?) is very late. This bird, or one like it, was also a late migrator at our lake last year. Actually, there was a pair of them last year, but one stayed much longer.

He was still there on Saturday when I passed by (without my camera). I wonder how long he will stay? He is a beautiful bird, one we see occasionally in the warmer months and even then it's still a treat.

I hope he moves on soon, though. This cold December weather cannot be easy on a bird used to warmer climes.
Ancient Egyptian depiction of the egret
Since egrets and herons appear in artwork as far back as ancient Egypt and Asia, I wondered if there were any folktales or superstitions attached to these majestic birds.

Chinese ancient artwork

I found this story online at University of Oklahoma's Mythology and Folklore site. The source of the tale is given as the book Folklore of the Santal Parganas by Cecil Henry Bompas (1909).

The Crow and the Egret

A crow and a white egret once made their nests in the same tree, and when the nestlings began to grow up, the crow saw how pretty and white the young egrets were and thought them much nicer than her own black young ones. So one day when the egret was away, the crow changed the nestlings and brought the little white egrets to her own nest.

When the mother egret returned and found the ugly little black crows in her own nest, it did not take her long to see what had happened, and she at once taxed the crow with the theft. The crow denied all knowledge of the matter, and a fine quarrel ensued.

Quarrelling led to nothing, and they agreed to refer the dispute to the decision of a money-lender, whose house stood by the tree in which the two nests were. The crow, as the less shy of the two, flew down and asked the money-lender to come out and settle their dispute.

The first question the money-lender asked was what they were going to give him. The egret promised to catch him a fine rohu fish, which was what she was accustomed to eat, but the crow said that she would give him a golden necklace. The money-lender said that the fees must be brought first before he heard the case, so the egret flew off and caught a big fish, but the crow went to where a Raja was bathing and carried off the gold chain which the Raja had left on the bank of the river.

The money-lender then gave his decision, which was in favour of the party who had given him the most valuable present; he decided that the young birds must stay where they were.

“But,” protested the egret “how have my white nestlings become black?”

“That is quite natural,” answered the money-lender; “a white cow may have a black or brown calf: why should not you have black young ones?” And so saying he drove them away.

The poor egret was not at all content with this unjust decision and was about to renew the quarrel when a jackal came racing by; it had just made its escape from some hunters.

“Where are you off to so fast, uncle?” called out the egret.

“I am in arrears with my rent and am hurrying to pay it to the Raja,” answered the jackal.

“Stay and listen to my grievance,” begged the egret, and she told the jackal all that had happened and how the money-lender had let himself be bribed by the gold necklace.

The jackal was very indignant. “A man who could give a decision like that would call a buffalo, a bullock — or a pig, a sheep. It is no decision at all; I cannot stop now, but I will come back to-morrow and decide the matter for you and, before doing so, I will stuff the mouth of that unjust judge with filth.” So saying the jackal hurried off.

The money-lender heard all that passed and was filled with shame at having earned the contempt of the jackal; he feared more disgrace on the morrow, so he at once called the crow and made her return the egret’s nestlings, and the next morning, when the jackal came back, it found that everything had been settled to the satisfaction of the egret.
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Egrets in plum, 16th century Asian

These beautiful birds are referenced in many books of Native American lore, where the bird is called  tskwâyĭ. Sources say that the wing of the great white egret was often used in peace ceremonies, and that ball players would wear egret feathers. One source mentions the myth of egrets in the origin of tobacco. 

And even in New Zealand:

"For the Maori, the egret is a sacred bird. “Rare as the Kotuku” is a Maori proverb, because great egrets are extremely rare in New Zealand. The saying ‘He Kotuku rerenga tahi’ refers to the Kotuku as a magical bird of a single flight: a sight permitted perhaps once in a lifetime. When a person is referred to as a Kotuku Rerenga Tahi, this means that this is a great sort person who is seldom found.
The Kotuku are thought to be spirit messengers who inhabit the spirit land of Reinga. An old funeral chant ends with: “Ko to kotuku to tapui, e Tama e – Kotuku is now thy sole companion, O my son!" From Heron and Egrets Society webpage.
Next time I go out I'll be looking for our snowy friend. I almost hope he isn't there. "Fly south, eautiful bird. It's time. It's past time."
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